It was after two in the morning, and the house was as quiet as a graveyard, just as cold, too.
Roxie lay on her side, her cheek resting on her forearm as she watched the hands on the clock tick. Another minute went by. Seven minutes past two. She sighed. Morning was such a long time away. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hope to pass the time with sleep. Not that she hadn’t tried.
Earlier, she’d let herself be folded into arms and reassured that everything would be okay. But would it? Everyone seemed to say that everything would turn out fine, but couldn’t answer how that would be or what to do to ensure the positive outcome. At this point, they were all just wishing on a shooting star and hoping the universe had mercy on them.
Still, she’d allowed Alaric’s steady calm to wrap around her. T
